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Do you understand what it means to give some your heart. To truely give someone your heart. It means to turn over something so delicate, something so presious. It means to give that person one of the things that goes beyond blood and flesh. To turn over your emotions to a person. To love with such passion, such intensity that you skip a beat when you see them, hear them, even think about them. Oh it is a very amazing feeling. But it comes with down falls. You see if you truely give another your heart and then break it you feel such pain and sorrow you think life isn't worth living. You think nothing can go on because that person has crushed all hopes, dreams, and love.

Time heals all wounds though. But big wounds do leave a scar a reminder that we once looked at that cliff edge and thought about jumping. Some can recover from a broken heart some it takes so long it might take lifetimes to he'll. But time does heal broken hearts

Look in the mirror what do you see? I'll tell you what I see. I see a person, a human being. You make mistakes and have ups and downs. You have good days full of joy smiles and happiness. You have days full of tears and sorrows. Days so full of love your heart could burst and days when it really does burst from aches and pains. I see a beautiful soul, so full of kindess and caring. I also see a soul that has been tormented and beaten down and has sometimes lost its way in the darkness. A personality so strong you can help but love but is also so strong it can be self destructive. Your a human being you are going to hurt and cry and be beaten and bruised, your going to shed tears and think you can possiably continue. But your a human being, you can and you will continue, because your spirit is full of love, joy, and wonder. The world has so much to offer even in this darkness so many of us call home. You have a gift that has been given to you,to live and experiance this world of so many emotions. Take my hand and look. Look into the mirror and see what it is I see.

When you look at me i feel like the most beautiful being in this world, just knowing that a amazing soul like you would take the time to gaze at me brings a smile to my heart. When you hold my hand my whole body is at ease with even just that small of a tender touch the feel of your skin is heaven to my sense of touch. When you hold me close i breath in your wounderous scent and my mind and senses drift off to a place that only the gods would truely know. When you embrace my lips with yours the world stops turning and time stands still because everything is lost in that moment except you touching me in that most sensual way that only a lover can give to another. But when you say I love you is when my world comes crashing down, my heart breaks, my soul falls short, my very being falls into the dark abyss because with those 3 simple words comes all logic is lost. It is with those words that i am yours my dark beautiful lie.

As I walk into the clearing, sword by my side and shield on my back. I close my eyes to feel the winds gental caress on my face. Looking to the east from were I came, the past behind me now. To the west I walk for a new dawn has shown in the distance. Dear dreamer can you see the wonder and amazement I have been shown? To finally have my eyes open to what I once thought fairy tale and fantasy, is such prize and perfection in its own. To touch, to hear, to taste this new world in all its wonder is a new found joy not even the senister , most corrupted of beings can take from me. As I climb to the top of this grassy hill I look over this new found land and I shall hold my sword high for I have finally found what makes me whole. What gives me purpose.

But with new order comes new trials and new enemies. But I will hold strong, because with my allies, my friends, my family, and most of all with my love I hold dear standing at my side I will conqure this new dark unknown and bring with it a new found justice. For I am a keeper of beautiful magic that goes deeper than what the eye can behold. Beyond the shinning sun, beyond the vast seas and oceans, beyond this new land I will come to hold dear. To fight will mean loss and tragedy, to fight will mean endless nights of blood shed ad tears, but to fight means the chance of freedom to embrace this wonderful world of such treasure and promise. So I stand at the top of this hill holding my sword high, and charge down with such passion, such love, and such fight. To smite my enemy and bring down this unruleing, senister evil that is trying to take away what is rightfully mine to hold. For in the end only that of right can and will come to pass. Because only with blood can you have true freedom, true ability to live without fear. So I will paint this ground red with the blood of my darkest enemies and show them that I am strong, I am powerful, I am a warrior to be reckoned with. And I will do so in a dark way that is full of beauty, and passion. For this is what I was meant to do. I hold my sword high and into this battle I go to fight for the freedom from myself and the freedom to be myself with no regret no fears and no second thoughts or hesitations on who I am.

To keep my eyes open, will keep the cruel, dark being away. To not drift off to the realm of dreams, will keep him far from me. Because to hear his whispers, taunts, and promises is giving in to the fear that engulfs me. So I keep my eyes open. To not slumber will keep these dark horror filled images from playing across my inner workings. To not have to see his senister smile, and the coldness of his green gaze is worth the lack of needed rest. So I keep my eyes open and try to keep a distance between me and my dreams.

Deep in my soul you will see, two little reasons the pain is just a throbbing ache. Two reason the scars grow unnoticable day by day. With all the laughter and love comes a new gift more prescious than any jewel the world can produce. For two who's love is so unique so genuine also sprouts a love that only a true friend can wield. Through the blood shed sweat and tears, through all the ups and down, through all the ashes and broken pieces, do they cherish and make this old soul smile. Can you have true love without a lover? Yes and I have found it. Can you have a bond in blood without it being biological? Yes and I have found it. My wonderful amazing dear ones you both are in my soul for eternity. In this life time and the next I am forever connected to you. You have made made this ground worthy to walk on. You have made me grow and learn to be the person I was mean to be. My heart smiles and my soul cries tears of happiness, joy, and contentmemt when I think of you, my friends.

Just remember please take my words to the depth of your being . You are beautiful, you do matter and always will to me. Your life is being held dear and cheirshed, you life is loved and will never be forgotten by this old soul, in this lifetime and the next. How my hand mas you slumber and know I love you forever my two little reasons.



Myricle

I close my eyes and I hear the whispers, the soft melody of what once was, is, and soon to be. But only in tragedy do my eyes reveal such becomings to me. Only in tragedy does my gift take tears away. Only in tragedy does my touch heal pain and woe, sickness both physical and mental. Only in tragedy can I make another not fear death as he walks them to the after life. Only in tragedy can my tender touch mend the broken and calm the insane. But why is such gift a tragedy you might ask? Because to me its a curse one that helps others but has condemned me to a tragic life of pain and suffering. To feel the sickness, sorrow, and pain of another even if miles away. To have the physical and emotional of others as a daily burden. Yes taking all this away specially from the ones I hold dear makes my heart smile but to have to feel it day in day out is putting a toll on my very essence that is my soul. Only in tragedy do I feel such physical pain and emotional sorrow because only in tragedy is when a person needs the healing hand the most.

As I walk through the mist of a dream I hear the wind whispering my name, telling me which way to walk through this darkness of enternal fantasy. I push forward hopeing for the flicker of the stars to show me my undoings and give me my reality. To the left of the forest edge a galent steed black as night greets me with a deep knowing stare. I climb on his back as he gallops into the forest from which he came. Moving past trees that are not dead yet not living with faces of great sorrow, I again hear the winds call my name. The steed stops in a clearing of roses whose thrones drip with blood. The ground a dark red with the evidence of battle and war wrote in the dirt I stand on. I kneel down and touch the moisten dirt and see the men fighting with sword and shield for a land they themselves will never own. Such violence, such blood shed, is forever painted on this ground. In the middle of the clearing stands a soldier dress in fatigues and armor of chain mail and bronze, he beckons to me but I hold my ground, for I do not know this stranger the last standing on this forsaken ground. Holding sword stained in blood in one hand he holds out the other in friendly greeting, though his eyes tells a story of a soul so ruthless so powerful that my only thought is that of a warlord of the old order. But this stranger is no mortal man of the order, no he is something much more sinister. Seeing distress and caution in my being he moves toward me. But what this stranger does not know I am no mere mortal woman. I to have my own power and ways of battle. He crosses the clearing of blood and war leaving foot prints in the soaked dirt. With my dagger at hand and ready he stops a short distance in front of me as the winds start to whisper their peaceful song once more. This time they are not whisper their nothingness to me but to the stranger standing before me. With words that I am unable to hear he starts to make his way toward me again. But I stop him short, my blade just touching under his neck in warning. He looks into my eyes with his cold intense gaze. Catching me off guard he grabs my wrist and takes control of my blade. With his bloody hand he then takes hold of my chin forcing my gaze upon him.

I am your lord now he whispers with such force, such power you can do nothing but obey him. And with those words in one quick movement he embraces my lips with his and this dream I have been walking in becomes my dark reality.

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LipsofMorphine
05:27 Sep 12 2013

wow I like this.

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I walk through the old doors of the barn, this place I see as a haven when I need time to think, to be alone, to recover, or to just bask in what is my exsitance. Climbing up the old ladder which has always been reliable never breaking, and always there to greet me, and give me a helping hand to a place of rest and being comfortable. I climb its steps one foot at a time I gain footing and reach a place meaning as much to me as my own home.

The walls have cracks and holes letting in sunlight or moonlight depending on the time of day. The floors are dusty and covered in left over hay. The only souls to keep me company is that of a black barn cat and the spiders that stand guard in the corners. But I like it this way simple and peaceful, also beautiful in its own way.

This is my haven a place to go that will always be here even when I'm old and grey, and will never let me down with others have. This is my haven the loft in the old barn and I love and cherish it so.

Can you see? My very essence has scars not just my body. Each scar is a painful story and milestone in my life. Some of these scars are the cause of wounds cut so deep that they sometimes still bleed. Some Im still healing from even though many years have past. And some tells a painful though wonderous story. Who sees these scars? The physical ones are out there for any eye to see. The emotional scars are only for those that i allow to get close enough and can handle the emotional damage. Or for those that caused the wounds in the first place. But behind the scars u will see the face and body of a woman standing strong. Because these scars all have a story and I have learned and taken something from everyone. So what you might take as a chaotic mess is beautiful to me.

I hurt like a freshly opened wound, cut deep were the bleeding pulses out with ever heart beat. I hurt like a thousand daggers stabbing into my very being. I hurt like all sorrow and pain of the world is weighing on my shoulders. Tears stain my cheeks but still I hold my head highand look to the stars to guide me through this forest of pain and darkness, because at the end is a life of wonder and peace. Will I ever make it there? Only time can knows the answer. So I keep moving, I keep hurting. Why do I hurt so? I hurt because I have hurt you.

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NellMorgan
03:10 Sep 06 2013

Hope you'll be okay. Sending good thoughts.

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MidnightThirst
02:46 Sep 09 2013

very good , this has been me many times

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Touching my face tenderly, you stare into my eyes like you are looking for something. Then taking me by surprise you claim my mouth with your deep kiss. You kiss me with such hunger and intense love that I have but no choice than to return the passion to you in my own sweet kiss. Your hands move from my face to slowly trace down my back I shiver as you cup my my ass picking me up in the process. Moving your mouth from mine releasing your intoxicating kiss, you move your lips to my neck and nip playfully down to my collar bone. I whimper in pleasure as u smile against my skin. You lay me down ever so gently, yet with enough force to let me know who is in control. As you pull my shirt over my head my body becomes flushed with the desire I have for you. Releasing my breasts you smile with approval. Claiming my mouth again your hand runs over a mound playing, teasing, pinching the little bud in your finger tips. I release a sound of approval that has you removing your shirt and the rest of your attire. Unbuttoning and removing my last piece of clothing you cup my heat with your hand. Putting your mouth so close to mine I can taste your breath, you say, I told you you were ready. Then you kiss me with such hunger while rubbing your fingers through the folds of my heat before penitrating, making me cry out in pleasure. Climbing over me I feel your length on my thigh. Just the feel of you makes me move my hips to meet yours. Feeling the tip of your length I cry out in a whisper, please. You nip my neck while asking, are you sure this is what you want, for when its done there is no turning back. With another whimpered plea you push your length inside me. And with that rythmatic movement we are joined, togather, in this lifetime. Letting out cries of your own my pleasure starts to build, bringing me closer to the edge. My back arches as my release is met with yours in a explosion of amazing feeling through out all of my being. Wrapping my legs around your waist I hold on and embrace you. You which is mine in this life and the next.

Looking out in the darkness of night I see a world of such beauty and wonder. All the colors for the eye to behold, softly lit by the comforting glow of the stars. the moon shining bright to light your way. You see the darker side of everything in the night. Sometimes that can even surprise yourself. The beauty of night time though is something to be appriciated, and enjoyed. Not something to be feared.

I Hear your whisper so near. But looking around your nowhere to be found.

Do not fear me you say so soft that your voice feels like a dream. But I shiver from the ice that those words are laced with. For I should fear you, everything in my being is telling me to block you off. But I try, I try to block you off. You keep pushing through. Your essence feels of old yet familier. Your dark soul is radiant in beauty, yet senister with emotion and power. Do not fear me you whisper through mind like the softest silk, I close my eyes and I am lost in the feel of the connection we somehow share. Mine you tell me in a possessive and dominant tone. Your words have venom behind them yet I have such adoration of the melody thats putting my mind at ease. You laugh softly in victory. I block you off. Block you off from my mind. Shut the old stone door that is my eternal being, and lock it with a iron lock and key. For I will not surcome to this. I will fight you if I have to beautiful dark soul, but You will treat me as equal. For I am strong like you. even with your many life times before me I am powerful though I seem weak. Show me reason not to fear you, then and only then will I trust you enough to allow such private intamicey.

Do not fear me you whisper, please my little myricle you say as a tear falls down my cheek. I'm sorry, I tell you as I open watery eyes. And I shut you. Until we meet when I lay my head to sleep. In our world where nothing matters but you and I will I see you and touch you

beautiful dark soul. For you are mine as well, my soul mate, that I have known for all eternity.

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NikkiAidyn
22:58 Sep 03 2013

I can feel all the emotion in this, you have such a talent.



I agree, it's wonderful :)

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Your voice is like a beautiful melody bringing me to a place i should not be. Your gental touch on my face makes me move my eyes towards yours without my control. I look into your blue eyes the shade of winter skies, and I am lost. To forever see nothing but your seductive stare. You whisper I am safe, and I believe you even though my insitincts are screaming to run. Moving your mouth from my ear to feel your breath on my neck. I shiver but do not move for all I want is you. What is this why do I feel like this? But is too late to question these emotions. For the butterfly has already been caught by the spider. A sharp pain and orgasmic relief let's me know that I am yet another victim of blissful enjoyable death in your lethal embrace.

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NikkiAidyn
03:58 Sep 02 2013

Wow that gave me shivers.



:)

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